i stand at the altar. waiting for you to arrive.
we promised eachother a forever and always,
well here i am, standing here, waiting for you to come and marry me
waiting for you to pronounce your love to me in front of the world.
i wish you could come back to me, maybe someday i will get to see you again,
waiting for me at the altar
the altar was made from twigs and a bit of dry mud. it was meager but was the best that could be expected, given the circumstances. with no god to pray to and no eyes to do it with, the man stuck in the forest must first make an altar if he wants to get any real work done.
Table at church above the steps, going up to light candles in white robes while holding the pole with light. Pretty flowers and leaves arranged on top. Communion and the choir, gold
i dont know what this word means but it reminds me of like the mayan civilization or something which makes me think about how i think the world is going to end in 2012 or things are going to change a lot. I beleive this theory is true because humans are getting way too advanced.
Her white dress makes her even more beautiful than she is and she i perfect in every possible way. I am ready to give myself to her and make this commitment last until i decease, as I would do anything in the world for her. In this marriage, I will look forward to waking up to her flawless face every morning, and I will always remember the feeling of seeing her walk up to the altar to devote herself to me, the lukiest guy in the world.
There is a place I go when the world shuts me out. It exists in the dark corners of my mind and here, I am in my optimum point of sincerity. I love because I want to and I have no predicaments in proving it to you. I sit here to see myself revealed in facets, and look at the ‘me’ I have created.
as the small man edges towards the stone oblong, this gracious and holy of objects, i stand tall, gracious, for i am the high one, and this the one true altar. This man will die today. and the altar will take him, down, down, down. glorious.
An altar is an interesting concept. Why are they always built up off the ground? Would that be for ease of the user, to be closer to “god”, to make the sacrifice easier to attain, … be it bleeding, fire or flowers?
At the altar we’re supposed to learn and listen about God, the entity that is Love, nothing else, someone or something that is always forgiving and will give us tough challenges to get to the place we need to be.
i hated that my friedsn were altar servers. when the priest is at the alta, he must feel in control finally. i would be embarrassed to read a script on the microphone on the altar
Where promises are made and trust is reborn. With two rings you may unite and become something greater than yourself, a holy matrimony where two people become one
I kneel at the altar in the church, silently praying to a god I’m not sure exists. Is this how I live my life? At an altar, all of the hopes and dreams that I had once before dreamed of were thrown away when my parents told me I was to be a monk.
the snow was fluttering
the wind whispered
and i tip toed
every inch to the altar
and realized
this moment
in all of it’s perfection
just wasn’t for me
this moment
wasn’t for me..
at all.
Alternate feet as you step up to the altar. Your alternate personalities are warring as they sing the warnings and you’re boring yourself half to death. (Go twice, and I’ll never see you again -how’s that feel, Mr. Psychiatrist?) And you’re just walking, like you’ve been stalking me again, which is how we met, isn’t it? But I bet the Feds wouldn’t like to know you broke all the way through the ten-foot snow to tell me you don’t like the restraining order anymore.
Marriage. Sacrifice. Are they the same thing? Seal a pact. Faith- that I don’t have. Other people’s faith. When is a minute up? White and red, whether marriage or sacrifice.
Altar of love, altar of faith, altar of soul, altar of desire, an altar is the place u sacrifice the ultimate of what you are seeking in that direction… it alters you forever.
An altar is something in which is to be worshiped. I don’t believe it needs to have religious signifigance, even though to many, it automattically does.
there was an altar at the church where they were supposed to talk about Ricardo, but there was never a picture of him, because there were so many people who had died or who some stupid little old woman wanted to be remembered at the mass…. it was sad that Ric was just one more of the many dead people there.
i stand at the altar. waiting for you to arrive.
we promised eachother a forever and always,
well here i am, standing here, waiting for you to come and marry me
waiting for you to pronounce your love to me in front of the world.
i wish you could come back to me, maybe someday i will get to see you again,
waiting for me at the altar
I sat in one place
waiting for youe time sense to
catch up to mine and
creeping feeling to subside.
As I knelt, I felt
you join me
warm pressure at my side.
It may not be the
intended use
of an altar
shining and rising
but you
have brought me
peace.
the altar was made from twigs and a bit of dry mud. it was meager but was the best that could be expected, given the circumstances. with no god to pray to and no eyes to do it with, the man stuck in the forest must first make an altar if he wants to get any real work done.
Table at church above the steps, going up to light candles in white robes while holding the pole with light. Pretty flowers and leaves arranged on top. Communion and the choir, gold
He was there. Standing. waiting. 30 days? a year? who knows. He was just there. The last girl he saw said, “you lost us.”
i dont know what this word means but it reminds me of like the mayan civilization or something which makes me think about how i think the world is going to end in 2012 or things are going to change a lot. I beleive this theory is true because humans are getting way too advanced.
Her white dress makes her even more beautiful than she is and she i perfect in every possible way. I am ready to give myself to her and make this commitment last until i decease, as I would do anything in the world for her. In this marriage, I will look forward to waking up to her flawless face every morning, and I will always remember the feeling of seeing her walk up to the altar to devote herself to me, the lukiest guy in the world.
There is a place I go when the world shuts me out. It exists in the dark corners of my mind and here, I am in my optimum point of sincerity. I love because I want to and I have no predicaments in proving it to you. I sit here to see myself revealed in facets, and look at the ‘me’ I have created.
I’m Jewish. We don’t have an altar. We have a Bima. Or however it is spelled.. Its like a holy stage. These are all my thoughts on the word ‘altar’.
as the small man edges towards the stone oblong, this gracious and holy of objects, i stand tall, gracious, for i am the high one, and this the one true altar. This man will die today. and the altar will take him, down, down, down. glorious.
An altar is an interesting concept. Why are they always built up off the ground? Would that be for ease of the user, to be closer to “god”, to make the sacrifice easier to attain, … be it bleeding, fire or flowers?
altar is commonly used word in christian religion. Giving altar is a custom in church. I have heard this word during my schooldays.
God sacrifice prayer praise worship communion heavenly supreme affinity
At the altar we’re supposed to learn and listen about God, the entity that is Love, nothing else, someone or something that is always forgiving and will give us tough challenges to get to the place we need to be.
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i hated that my friedsn were altar servers. when the priest is at the alta, he must feel in control finally. i would be embarrassed to read a script on the microphone on the altar
Where promises are made and trust is reborn. With two rings you may unite and become something greater than yourself, a holy matrimony where two people become one
I kneel at the altar in the church, silently praying to a god I’m not sure exists. Is this how I live my life? At an altar, all of the hopes and dreams that I had once before dreamed of were thrown away when my parents told me I was to be a monk.
the snow was fluttering
the wind whispered
and i tip toed
every inch to the altar
and realized
this moment
in all of it’s perfection
just wasn’t for me
this moment
wasn’t for me..
at all.
Alternate feet as you step up to the altar. Your alternate personalities are warring as they sing the warnings and you’re boring yourself half to death. (Go twice, and I’ll never see you again -how’s that feel, Mr. Psychiatrist?) And you’re just walking, like you’ve been stalking me again, which is how we met, isn’t it? But I bet the Feds wouldn’t like to know you broke all the way through the ten-foot snow to tell me you don’t like the restraining order anymore.
Marriage. Sacrifice. Are they the same thing? Seal a pact. Faith- that I don’t have. Other people’s faith. When is a minute up? White and red, whether marriage or sacrifice.
Altar of love, altar of faith, altar of soul, altar of desire, an altar is the place u sacrifice the ultimate of what you are seeking in that direction… it alters you forever.
An altar is something in which is to be worshiped. I don’t believe it needs to have religious signifigance, even though to many, it automattically does.
there was an altar at the church where they were supposed to talk about Ricardo, but there was never a picture of him, because there were so many people who had died or who some stupid little old woman wanted to be remembered at the mass…. it was sad that Ric was just one more of the many dead people there.
?
i really don’t know what this means
seems like a name of a friend i have
not really
ouch
pathetic try.
shine center
the focus of spirit on stone
a place of mind
a meditation time
the center of going home
being center
the place in the shrine